Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they’ve all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way.
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I will be there

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what’s left of humanity.
Can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I will be there;
To heal their sorrow, to beg and borrow, fight tomorrow.

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops’ heads in jars
And a bomb inside a car, spectacular! Spectacular!
If you follow me there’s a speciality, Some tears for you to see, misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We’ve a stripper in a till, what a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat, get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show!

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass, move along, move along
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh

Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine, what a scene, what a scene
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander’s Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland
Roll up, roll up, roll up, see the show

Performing on a stool we’ve a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own, all our own, all our own
Come and see the show, come and see the show
Come and see the show, see the show